They have, in the corridors, dreams and complaints, from their lives and hopes of the most expensive, which wind in my flesh. They
verbs crazy spinning buttons, melting wires.
Suns plaguing the soul.
glances pierce you.
And words that will forever
Do you leave intact and more deceptive. They
these gentle hands that call
These eyes swaying
Their words and melodies like sailing to sail
A little ...
at night and ink, forever baffled,
faseille Their breath.
And those relatives also declined, their litanies.
Their dedication, their lives were murdered. Then the madness
beautiful flourishes in the hosts we are.
And this cluster, nebula, spin in the gaps lives slaughtered.
pepper, salt and irritated skin that bleeds.
Virus can not be eradicated.
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